They said forgetting is not permanent rather, it’s a temporary decay of information. It IS a decay. This love is rotten inside me. Or how else can you explain the pain? My heart has become a cavity that no dentist would want to drill into They’ll say, remove it instead.

But there still lays that space, that emptiness where you used to be. What do I do with that then?

People make false memories, have misinformation given to them that are as vivid as real event. Maybe I can have that presented to me. But darling rather then forgetting you, I want it to be of you, telling me that you’re still here. Because that is all the hope I want.